Shaele

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?

Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence.

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http://discord.link/Shaele

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This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. 

Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

The Last Primal

A shining, curved bladed metal sailed horizontally across the sudden darkness with frightening speed. Its aim was to separate the first unprepared intruder's head from the rest of his or her body.

From the speed, the momentum, and from the might that the sudden strike launched from such a prepared ambush would have been enough to catch many unprepared and spell out an early demise for any of the ordinary townsfolk, be it trained or otherwise.

Yet, unfortunately for those lying in wait and hatching such a sinister course of action, the boy they've met was anything but ordinary. Without a change in his usual, calm demeanor, Aiden's right hand suddenly blurred, coming to oppose the cold assailant.

The prepared strike came to an abrupt halt as the tip of the saber-looking weapon was caught between Aiden's right thumb, index, and middle finger instantly diminishing all the carried force within.

Chapter 488 - Trap or…?